Apart by Urbandub
I don't know what this world is coming to....
l'il dice yo back again
i'm the man with the masta plan
backin' me ups wit my supa friends
all in the sky like paper planes
smokin' weed to ease the pain
blaze o' blood true we may say
wannabes f*ck what you claim
you can't be me better try again
i'll trigger my hommes i'll my game
trigger my sh*t trigger my thing
I got love in this game
You ain't got nuthin' whatta shame
Don't know me? nigga where you from?
obviously last sick style son
play your eggs your better one
blast yo ass to oblivion
yo yo urbandub and yo mom
look at tha' bitch gettin' robbed
keepin' my sh*t tight couple o bars
in the middle o an angry chasin'stars
cars, mars, cigars all of 'em end in RS
its a lyrical arsenal
came now wanna bet?
Maybe sound sour wouldn't make a sense
How many girls do you wanna get?
Me i'm cock 'er in the continent
You can't force 'em if you wanna lick the cliff
don't get too hard come down and sit
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